Although Rick has been bow hunting for weeks, today was the first day of firearms deer season. This day is filled with memory after memory after memory. Our daddy loved to deer hunt. He hunted in the first official Missouri Deer Hunt and I don't think he missed a season for the rest of his life. The last two years he was granted a special permit which allowed him to hunt in the comfort and warmth of his pickup. He would pick his spots for this type of hunting with the same discerning eye that could choose the tallest tree on the highest hill. Last week I would have told you that I am not a hunter. Today...maybe I am at least becoming a hunter.
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